Flaky Pudding
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When I was really young, I had a terrible recurring dream about me lying in my bed and my blanket would come to life and start strangling me for no reason.
That dream was borderline traumatic for me at the time for this reason right here: Those dreams planted the idea in my head that I was never safe.
That same blanket I dreamt about strangling me was the same one that I would hide under whenever those imaginary "monsters" we all believed in as kids were entering my room. I would use that warm, fuzzy blanket whenever I was sick and it would always make me feel better. My mom and I spent many cherished memories together having indoor picnics with that blanket as a platform while we ate.
But then all of a sudden I started dreaming of the thing I associated most with safety, literally trying to murder me in my sleep. That dream messed me up for nearly a decade, as much as I hate to admit it due to the embarrassment factor of it all. Even when I was like 9 or 10, thinking about that dream would creep me out at least a little bit.
I remember waking up and crying every time after that recurring scenario played out in my mind, my mom would always rush in and hug me. Telling me that it was just a dream and everything would be okay.
That dream was borderline traumatic for me at the time for this reason right here: Those dreams planted the idea in my head that I was never safe.
That same blanket I dreamt about strangling me was the same one that I would hide under whenever those imaginary "monsters" we all believed in as kids were entering my room. I would use that warm, fuzzy blanket whenever I was sick and it would always make me feel better. My mom and I spent many cherished memories together having indoor picnics with that blanket as a platform while we ate.
But then all of a sudden I started dreaming of the thing I associated most with safety, literally trying to murder me in my sleep. That dream messed me up for nearly a decade, as much as I hate to admit it due to the embarrassment factor of it all. Even when I was like 9 or 10, thinking about that dream would creep me out at least a little bit.
I remember waking up and crying every time after that recurring scenario played out in my mind, my mom would always rush in and hug me. Telling me that it was just a dream and everything would be okay.